#catch me dropping the angsty one first bc i am not normal about them

[dcndrohime]

RP Meme. // Accepting.

@dutybcrne

About [Furina]

[The Final Trial] (bc why not)

''I am not going to berate someone i do not know, for taking the choice to orchestrate this, wheter it was found to be a neccessity or leave it to be justified. Thats not why i stuck around in Fontaine. I made a promise to Furina and nothing about this whole scheming, will shatter my own decision. Wheter someone would have asked me to help or not, i would have stepped my foot forwards regardless''.

There is a bitterness still but Hinamori is not about to loath, glare daggers towards someone she does not know at the exception of upholding Fontaine's justice system. She is not in mind to ask what really went on. Her focus was on saving people, lessen casualties; humans, wildlife, monsters even.

''One could deem me as hateless by the lack of said feeling but what Furina needs are friends and i don't intend on being a stranger, i don't intend on prying any doors.''

Enough has already been pried open with or without her around and she was not going to follow suit.

''I'm going to stand by Furina and thats final''.

Thats what she would have wanted after so long; a friend.

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

ahh i’ve read all ur childe fics and they are absolutely amazing 🥺 i also live for angst and the way you portray ur characters emotions is emasculate *chefs kiss* is it possible if i may request an angsty childe fic where his s/o feels betrayed after finding out hes only been with her as part of the fatui’s plans but throughout the process childe actually falls in love and never meant to hurt them? and pls a fluffy ending bc my heart can’t take angst 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Pairing - Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax x Reader

Warnings - Spoilers for Childe’s background.

Other Comments - Hello!! I am so glad that you are enjoying my stuff! I never would have imagined that I would receive so much positive feedback as I just started doing this but everyone has welcomed me with open arms hehe!!  (//▽//) Anyway you are in luck because I absolutely love writing angst so lets go! Also these are heavily inspired by the songs Decode and All I Wanted by Paramore so I kinda recommend listening to them while you read. (๑˘︶˘๑)

      Everyone you have encountered along your journey have been so friendly; all of them going out of their way to assist you. You have gained many friends along your way which have caused you to become quite a trusting person, to a fault at this point. Every person you have met with try their best to help you with your journey and leave a lingering friendship which you are incredibly grateful for. When you first decided you wanted to become an adventurer, your parents were extremely apprehensive, not trusting the world around you. You were determined to prove them wrong, and so far you have. 

      You had decided you wanted to settle down in Liyue for a while, exhausted from the constant traveling. This way you were always able to stay close around the Adventurers Guild. Along your journey of living in Liyue you had continued to meet many lovely and helpful people; one being a tall copper headed man. 

      During your travel and adventuring you had started to become a fairly big name, as you were incredibly skilled and managed to help save Mondstadt on a variety of occasions; even getting to know the grand master of the Knights of Favonius. So when a tall young man approached you, already knowing your name you weren’t all too surprised. You had already settled down into your small cozy apartment when he had come up to you.

      “Excuse me, you don’t happen to be (y/n) do you?” You looked up, your eyes meeting bright blue ones as you found the owner of the soothing voice.

      “Oh uh, yes that’s me. Is there something I can help you with?” A pleasant smile graced your face as the tall man gave a polite smile back before continuing. 

      “I was wondering if you could assist me with a domain, I seem to be having a bit more trouble with it than I had expected. I’ve heard you’re one of the best out there right now.” Your face flushed, something about this man was so endearing, and helping him out couldn’t be too hard, you had been able to defeat most of the domains in the area anyway so why not?

      “Sure, I’d be more than happy to help you out! Are you an adventurer like I am?” You heard Childe let out a low chuckle.

      “Oh no I am a Fatui Harbinger.” Wait- did he just say he was a Harbinger? You didn’t know much about the Fatui, but what you did know and have heard from other people was that the Fatui were always bad news. He didn’t seem like what everyone was saying though.

      “Well then, when would you like to go?”

      That was the beginning of your relationship with the Harbinger. After that you two both seemed to get along surprisingly well, and you found yourself struggling to stop seeing him. He was always on your mind, and with him almost always being around you that wasn’t helping either.

      “So, where shall we go today darling?” Childe had decided to take up space in your already cramped apartment, not that you were complaining. It had been about six months since you had settled down in Liyue and you decided it was finally time to start traveling again. You had formed a really close connection with Childe, he always seemed to be your savior in situations that you needed it. You hoped that Childe would come along with you, but part of you had a feeling that he had to stay here for some reason.

      “Well I was thinking I would go back to traveling again, I have stayed for about half a year so I think it’s time.” The smile that always seemed to find its place on Childe face quickly dropped, and you saw something change for a split second before returning back to normal.

      “Oh well if that’s what you want then I am not going to stop you, but I can no longer accompany you, you better leave as soon as possible though.” Now what could he have said that for. 

      “So you can cover as much ground of course!” Childe must’ve picked up on your questioning gaze when he said that, as a reassuring smile found its way back to his face.

      “I suppose you’re right, I need to say goodbye to the friends that I’ve made here though. Could you help me pack my things while I go do that?” A strong nod came from Childe before you granted yourself permission to leave.

      It took you longer than you had anticipated to track down and say goodbye to all of the friends you had made here and Liyue, which you could blame Xiangling for as she made sure to make plenty of your favourite dishes for your trip.

      As you approached your building you saw the back of the boy you knew so well, duck into a dark alley. Something could’ve been wrong, so to make sure he was okay you quietly followed a little ways behind. 

      “Are you deaf or just stupid? Your job was to get close to the dumb bitch and then bring them in. What is taking so long are you kidding?” A shorter man with a large hat was currently talking to Childe, surely they couldn’t be talking about you.

      “Listen I know what my orders were, I was just waiting for a good time.” Childe’s voice was quite and his eyes were focused on the ground.

      “If they’re leaving today, you better hope that they are still in Liyue for your own well being.” With that the shorter man quickly turned away and stormed off. So it was all a setup. Everything they did and talked about... All the things he told you... You as you were backing away in disbelief your shoe scuffed against the ground, causing Childe to whip around, those once familiar blue eyes meeting yours blowing out wide.

      “(Y/n) wait-” You didn’t let him finish before you took off sprinting up to your apartment, hoping to get up there and lock yourself in. Was he going to kill you for over hearing?

      You tripped a couple times going up the stairs hoping to the gods that you would still have enough time to shut and lock your door, all the while Childe was behind you begging for you to stop, for you to come back. Relief washed over you as your eyes found your door, adrenaline still pumping wildly through you. 

      “Please please please gods let me in!” You franticly attempted to unlock your door, the adrenaline making you shaky causing you to miss the keyhole. Your feverish prayers were answered when you flung the front door open, Childe’s loud footsteps pounding against the floor behind you. Right as you were slamming the door closed Childe’s body flew against the door, causing it to swing back open, hitting you in the process and tossing you to the ground; knocking the wind out of you.

      Childe stood over you, panting as he tried to catch his breath. Was this the end? Were you going to die? Your wild eyes found his, the fear in them causing him to falter. He never wanted to see fear in your eyes, especially not because of him. The darkness of the night made it hard to see, the only light spilling in from the hallway through your open front door, spotlighting your face and the tears you had falling down your cheeks. You don’t remember when you started crying but it was obvious now. Neither of you spoke for a while, not knowing what to say. It was clear that Childe wasn’t going to kill you, but that still left a plethora of issues.

      “You...” You began to speak, your voice shaky and uncertain. Childe’s eyes silently begged for you to stop.

      “You took advantage of me. Everything was a lie. Was anything that came out of your mouth true?!” Sadness and anger flushed your face and you slowly rose to your feet.

      “(Y/n) please... I never meant for it to go on this long.” That didn’t help his situation, that sentence having the same effect of putting water on an oil fire. Anger bloomed from your chest, almost making it hard to breathe.

      “I trusted you! I guess this is all my fault for putting my trust into a Fatui Harbinger! Childe’s not even your real name! I know NOTHING about you!! And... and I let you stay with me! Keep me company! I let you put your filthy hands on me! You kissed me!!” Tears began to spill faster, but not just from you this time.

      “(Y/n) please my feelings and actions towards you were no lies!! I admit this was all set up, but then I began to truly fall in love with you!! You have to believe me!” A loud broken laugh escaped your lips, almost like a bark.

      “Believe you?! Again I don’t even know your real name-”

      “Tartaglia.” This stopped you in your tracks, you couldn’t quite make sense of what he said.

      “What?” Your words were barely above a whisper.

      “My name. It’s Tartaglia. My family calls me Ajax. I am the 11th Harbinger of the Fatui. I moved to Liyue as a debt collector. I don’t want to be in the Fatui, not ever since I met you. You knew who the Fatui were and still chose to trust me. No one except my family has ever looked at me the way you do. I am from Snezhnaya. My birthday is July 20th. I enjoy ice fishing and combat. I have many siblings, a couple younger brothers named Teucer and Anthony and I have a sister named Tonia. See? You know so much more now!” You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, you just stared at him. Childe or Tartaglia rather, was clearly getting anxious at your silence, as he shifted around more or fiddled with his gloves. He was normally so confident, so seeing him like this was shocking.

      “(Y/n) please, say something; anything.” The desperation in his voice made your chest tighten. What could you say? On one hand you wanted to just forgive him and fall into his arms, on the other hand he had completely destroyed your trust; were you really willing on forgiving him that easily?

      “Childe... I...” You could see Tartaglia flinch, not used to the tone of his code name on you tongue. He wanted so desperately for you to just say his real name. He wanted to embrace you, for you to forgive him. He would find a way out of this for the both of you. 

      “(Y/n) I will help you. I fell in love with you. I knew the second I set my eyes on you that I say going to fall for you. I will get you out of this situation, I have to. I know it’s stupid to say this now, but you have to trust me on this. After I get you out of here is when you can hit me scream at me and tell me never to see you again. I just need to make sure you’re safe.” You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore as you began to cry again. Tartaglia stepped close to you, slowly to make sure that you had a way to back up if you didn’t want him to get closer. When you didn’t move he took that as an ‘okay’ to get close, and that’s what he did.

      Slowly the distance between the two of you closed as Tartaglia sunk to his knees and clung to you. His hold on you was iron tight, as he waited and hoped for you to return the hold; which much to his surprise you did. You clung to him and cried. 

      “I will make you trust me again (y/n). I will make you trust me and I will keep you safe. You have my word. I love you.”

[howggswouldreact]

🌙 In the moonlight | Chungha

Request: Hey!! I really liked that chungha scenario btw~~ can i request a chungha scenario where idol!reader is stressed bc of a new comeback (pretend this whole virus stuff is gone) and its chungha to the rescue...? kinda angsty but lots of fluff!! ❤❤

Plot: Reader is preparing for a big comeback, has been going through a completely stressful month and decides to disappear to try to calm down. A worried Chungha goes after Reader.

Words: 1,761

Genre: a bit angst, a bit fluff

Notes: i hope i managed to make you feel the emotions that I tried to transfer. hope you enjoy it!

"And 5, 6, 7 and 8 ..."

And one more time, you repeated the movements. It was getting harder and harder to catch the steps of that dance, your dance, and the first day of comeback was getting closer and closer. So close that it scared you.

Am I going to make it?, you asked yourself, immersed in your own thoughts and ended up losing steps.

You tried to recover by taking the next movements and people could tell by the expression on your face that you were unhappy with your own results. You were tired. In reality, you were exhausted. But you couldn't stop. At least not now when your career was going in a great path. And if the sales for this comeback were as good or better than the previous one, you were sure to go on a South Korea, Japan and China tour. That's what your manager said, all happy that your career was doing great. This most likely meant re-recording the songs in japanese and mandarin. You didn't know if you had enough energy for that. You were truly exhausted.

You missed another step and ended up falling to your knees. All the dancers behind you stopped, the choreographer ordered the music to stop and announced a ten minutes break for everyone. There were certainly a lot of worried looks on you, but she threw them out without you noticing it.

“Hey, what's going on with you? You are not usually that distracted.”, the choreographer asked.

“Stressful week. But it doesn’t matter. I have to be professional. I'll take a breath and I'll be right back.”, you didn't wait for her answer, took your cell phone on the floor in front of the mirror and left the room.

You were feeling a slight pain in your knees, but the flow of your thoughts was so fast that you didn't even care about this. You took the path to the emergency stairs so you wouldn’t meet anyone and sat down on one of the steps. You let out a long breath and let your shoulders drop, showing an exhaustion that only you knew existed. You started crying.

You unlocked your cell phone and realized that, by the time, she was recording her episode on a KBS show, you thought it was best to not disturb her. But there was a message from her to you. Even after two years together, your heart was still racing with these little things.

“I hope everything is fine out there. Manager said KBS is the last appointment of the day so I can get home early. I'll wait for you there, babe.”

Attached to the message, she sent you a selfie. That was enough to recharge your energy a little more, make you wipe your tears and get you back to the dance room with more gas and thinking that it would be over soon so you could rest in Chungha's arms.

A week passed and it seemed that every single day had come together in one. Every time you lay in bed it was like when you closed your eyes your alarm went off and you should get up again. You were doing everything as if you were on autopilot.

Every time you went out to practice, it was too early and Chungha was asleep. And when you arrived free from all the schedule planned that day by your manager, it was already very late and she was, again, asleep.

The only thing that gave you strength was always sleeping right by your side and you would not get her out of her sacred sleep. But you were missing her, there was an urge to talk to her about how you felt that maybe soon, like an elastic that pulls too hard, you could disrupt. And only with her you felt comfortable enough to be honest in her arms, to tell her your fears, your insecurities, all the bad feelings that plagued your heart and body at that moment. But you couldn't.

Of course you spoke by message, sometimes you even had time for a call of 10 minutes or less, but nothing was the same as before. This comeback came with so much weight and you didn't feel like you could have enough strength to hold it. But you should. For your fans. For being professional. For her.

Another week has passed and you could finally put into practice everything you were preparing. However, you did not feel ready. It didn't matter how long you spent dancing, how long you studied singing, nothing seemed good enough for you.

And then, with only four days left for your comeback, your manager said that it would be necessary to re-record a scene in your music video on your free day. The only free day you had until the real promotions had started.

"I literally just woke up.", you said, quietly sitting on the bed and trying not to wake Chungha.

"I can't do anything, Y/N. The director found an error in two scenes. One that you recorded in the morning and the other, during the night. I need you to be free at least during this period to give this as closed and go back to your normal activities."

Taking a deep breath, you just agreed that you would be in the studio in less than two hours and ended the call. When you thought you were going to cry, you felt two arms wrap around you from behind. You felt her head resting on the back of your neck and light breathing hitting your skin.

"I miss you," she said, pressing her lips to your skin.

"I miss you too," you replied, sliding your fingers down her arms.

"How are you feeling?", she tried to make you turn to her but you got up and started walking towards the bathroom.

"I will be fine."

On your way to the studio, you received several messages from Chungha, and they were all about how worried she was about you. You replied all of them, trying to reassure her, saying that as soon as you finished recording, you would come home, come back to her.

The day went by your fingers and when the last shot was taken as perfect by the director, you finally felt like you could breathe again.

"Y/N, I was able to schedule an appointment for tomorrow morning on Weekly Idol to show the new performance.", he started throwing the information at you all at once. "Of course, the show will only be aired during the week of the comeback but-"

"For God's sake, do you think I'm a robot?", you asked, letting all the exhaustion out of you. "I put up with this whole week and still came in this ridiculous studio to have no problem at all with you, and I’m here on my day off! I can't breathe, I don't have time for breath! I barely talk to my girlfriend personally and we are living in the same apartment! I agreed to be an idol but I'm still a human being!"

"Y/N..."

"Ah, you know what? I need to breathe. For the first time during this month, let me breathe."

And then, without leaving any space for him to speak again, you turned your back and started walking in a direction that at first did not exist, but it soon took shape.

When Chungha got the call from your manager, she soon took a taxi to the company's studio. When she got there, she made sure to say what was needed. She protected you with her sharp words and all your manager was able to do was nod, with his head down. Chungha could be an angel most of the time, but if anyone tries to do anything to the ones she loves, she will become the devil on Earth.

She tried to call you several times, but the call was not answered. Nobody saw where you went and Chungha knew it was a matter of finding you as she could. Then, her mind clicked and soon she recreated your steps as well as only she could do it.

As she went up the stairs and pushed the terrace’s door slowly, Chungha remembered the first meeting you both had right there. And so many others who came next, in the same place. The air was cleaner and the wind was strong. And the sky... breathtaking, just like you.

She found you, head up but shoulders down, you looked hopeless, without any motivation and that left Chungha with a tight heart. How could you be feeling this way? You were her foundation.

She approached you and realized that you were facing the moon.

"The next time you decide to disappear, you better answer the phone when I call."

You weren't scared. On the contrary, you smiled relieved at her presence. And even with the scolding. She was so beautiful in the moonlight. Before you could even answer, she pressed your lips together in a kiss that hadn't been given for a long time, a kiss that tasted like “missing you”.

"Those days were terrible and I didn't want to bother you.", you confessed breaking up the kiss, putting a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

"You are what matters to me. I need to know how you are, just so I can sleep well enough. If you are not okay, you can be sure that I will feel it and I will not be okay either. Do you understand?", she asked, stroking your cheek.

"Yes. I think I must go back..."

"You don't have to, everything is settled. Your comeback has been postponed for two weeks and you will have that time to relax. With me. Then, vacation. With me, again."

"What-"

"I can be quite convincing.", she smiled at you, arranging the collar of your coat so you wouldn't feel so cold.

You were relieved. You felt your body relax from thinking about the next few weeks and the next vacation. You pulled her body closer to yours and held her waist, joined your foreheads and finally felt at home.

"How did you find me?"

"This is a secret that I will never tell.", she gave you a peck. "But coming to the place where we kissed for the first time and asked me to be your girlfriend? I think it’s a little too obvious."

You laughed and, watched by the moon, your lips came together again. A kiss with the taste of love.

[pacifv]

HE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all have witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

Mun Name: Mik      Age: 26      Contact: IM, discord

Character(s) I rp: Eden ( in bleach ) -- I have other ocs but that’s another story Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(for MM): Eden... ? Current Fandom(s): Bleach , so far Fandom(s) you have an AU for:  more fantasy esque ones?  My language(s): spanish , english  Themes I’m interested in for rp:   Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for: fantasy , religious

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. Asks can be send by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?:   YES / NO   only by Mutuals?:  YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck. Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?:   YES / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?:  YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. How long do you usually take to reply?:  24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / au-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or occ?:  IC / OOC. Are you selective with following others?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.  

Best ways to approach you for rp/plotting:  IM since this is pretty much new . just slap me with that and if you have some ideas , better --- if not let just brainstorm with what we have in hand . 

What expectations do you hold towards your plotting partner:  some minimal idea of the context and eden’s character . some ideas if possible . more than often I have gotten people straight up jump with no clue of what even is going on in my side character wise . 

When you notice the plotting is rather one-sided, what do you do?:  depends , most likely really stop trying or let it sink . I’m not much of a person who would pressure for ideas when they don’t even come naturally for me in these kind of situations . 

How do you usually plot with others, do you give input or leave most work towards your partner?:  First of all , ask what they particularly want and if they read the bio . and of course , have their bio as well ( if oc or any relevant hc on vague canons ) . I am honestly a bit shy on the input but if I found a ground to start letting my imagination loose ( like , something in common between characters or something that clicks well with my muse ) I can suggest several things . but in any case , I’m pretty passive and it’s a lot of gives and takes . 

When a partner drops the thread, do you wish to know?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: depends on the thread , the time and the interest . things that go downtown in the excitement scale are :/  and I can’t blame anyone for dropping a thread . not all the time you will have muse for them , tho , if it was a relevant thread I would ask at least . - What should your partner do when dropping a thread?:  pretty much free to tell me or not . I’m no one to judge.

What could possibly lead you to drop a thread?:  losing muse , interest , time ... pretty much the same . feeling like my muse is going too OOC for the sake of the other muse or smth .  - Will you tell your partner?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS.

Is communication in the rpc important to you?   YES / NO. - And why?:  I am very old school and having some OOC interaction to at least know how things are going , it’s as much as I can ask here .  - Are you okay with absolute honesty, even if it may means hearing something negative about you and/or portrayal?:  I mean , I should . it can turn me off a bit but it’s just natural ? there’s no way something can be perfect or be of someone’s taste . plus I am not that smart to be fully aware of all the things around the motif and IRL information I use on my muse . I’m no book , buddy. - Do you think you can handle such situation in a mature way?  YES / NO.

Why do you rp again, is there a goal?:  development , exploring the muse , seeing what works and doesn’t work . often new blogs for me are basically prototypes , they are and will  most likely have minor or major modifications as my imagination starts working and getting excited . besides , in the basics , you can hardly manage to cover all ( if anything ) of how one’s muse would react to X situation .

Wishlist, be it plots or scenarios:  a lot of quincy lore , come up with more personal connections with other quincies , fully develop a backstory and a post war scenario . cultural exploration  --- relationships of all kinds . 

Themes I won’t ever rp / explore:  pretty much I am fine with anything as long as we don’t cross the gross line . but I’m not afraid of the dark .

What Type of Starters do you prefer / dislike, can’t work with?: absurdly basic and with no context given . not even have an idea of what is the deal between muses . I can squeeze my brain but there is as much as i can do with little information .

What type of characters catch your interest the most?:  quirky ones , conflictive ones , most likely muses with specific motifs that spark my interest -- deepness . Aesthetically interesting ones . but overall , those who have out of the normal personalities . 

What type of characters catch your interest the least?:  personalities that doesn’t work or do not harmonize with the context of their characters . that’s all I can say .

What are your strong aspects as rp partner?:  I am.... creative ? gdi I did this meme already but it’s hard to reply these two ones. I am easily excitable . if we end up in a ship , expect me to be pampering af . I really enjoy the exploration of relations between people , emotions and psychological stuff tied around it . I do like casual and also very deep things . I’m not afraid of dealing with heavy topics . I like horror ???? also I am very into the secondary character role , as in : my muse is here to help your muse to grow or insight . that stuff . not much of a protagonist role in RPs. 

What are your weak aspects as rp partner?: I’m .... very.... sporadic . My mood is annoying esp when I’m “new” blog around kind of thing . I’m shy , even if I don’t seem so --- I get pretty anxious over details . I am impatient --- with myself . I want to do so many things at the same time I end up overwhelmed . 

Do you rp smut?:  YES / NO. Do you prefer to go into detail?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Are you okay with black curtain?:  YES / NO. - When do you rp smut? More out of fun or character development?:  mmmmmmmmm , both. Depends on mood and context tbh . - Anything you would not want to rp there?:  nothing I can think from the top of my head.

Are ships important to you?:   YES / NO. Would you say your blog is ship-focused?:   YES / NO. Do you use read more?:  YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Are you: Multi-Ship / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship  —  Multiverse / Singleverse. - What do you love to explore the most in your ships?:  again , I’m big mood for interpersonal relationships ( romantic or not ) , the pros and cos of certain traits , ideology clash , personality clash , anything that comes in a relation that could make it come and go .  - What is your smut tag?: unholy.

Are you okay with pre-established relationships?: YES / NO. - And what kind of ones?: all are hella okay for me . pre- est is my jam bc jesus christ the awkward first encounters make me go blue screen .

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- What could possibly make your Muse interesting towards others, why should they rp with this particular character of yours now, what possible plots do they offer?:  the fact she is basically a “religious fanatic” , with a quirky personality and a questionable morality , considering she has an inner conflict between the wellness of her race and her loyalty towards yhwach . At least pre war . post war , she has a flipped personality were she is mostly bitter and more angsty but will go from fanatic to straight up hater . 

- With what type of Muses do you usually struggle to rp with?:   bland personalities ? not sure myself , Eden is pretty much ready for anything since her personality is pretty laid back . I guess I would say shinigamis in general --- since she basically is stuck inside Silbern . - With what type of Muses do they usually work well with?:  Quincies , ofc . and people who are willing to put up with her crap .

- What interests your Muse(s) in general:  the prosperity of the quincy , doing a proper duty , order , tea , annoying the fuck out of people . being eerie ....  - What do they desire, is their goal?:  the ideal world as thought by Yhwach --- later on simply for her kind to survive after losing the war and being left to their luck . - What catches their interest first when meeting someone new?:  mmm , appearance  and reactions to her witty or narcisistic comments .  - What do they value in a person?:    loyalty , uniqueness . - What themes do they like talking about?:  most likely about the order of the army , tea stuff , herself (?) , but she is also a lot for debates and insight . - Which themes bore them?:  rebellious , silly thoughts . justice related topics . anything that critics her loyalty/life style . 

- Did they ever went through something traumatic?:  the first war was enough ? most likely losing comrades --- yhwach sacrificing the quincy for power later on .  - What could possibly trigger them?:  the simple sight of anyone laying a finger of the quincy for being against their views .   - What could set them off, enrage them?:  nothing. she cannot literally , physically get angry or enraged . but if we are talking bitter , that would be completely post war and it’s just the mention of yhwach’s name or those who went to god’s palace with him .  - What could lead to an instant kill?:  invasion of silbern , chaos . 

- Is there someone /-thing they hate?:  chaos , rebels , shinigami , anyone against the quincy . - Is there someone /-thing they love?:   her race , her pride , herself .

Is your Muse easy to approach?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?:  just .... come to her and say hi . she is literally wandering around silbern all the time ( quincy speaking tho ) . for others , eh ... good luck . and wait post war (?) - Where are they usually to find?:  Silbern ... then Siberia . 

Something you may still want to point out about your muse?:  She is no saint , clearly . She has a questionable sense of things like loyalty and preservation of her race . she is honestly all over the place

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by:  honestly stole from @skyvar​  Tagging:  no one in particular.

[pipsqueakparker]

10!

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it

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i have been on hold with con edison for over an hour just trying to ask a question about my gd electricity bill so here, i am going to use this prompt to create a third part to this lil’ series i’ve created i guess (if it gets angsty, it’s bc of how frustrated i am about how long i’ve been on hold, so full blame goes to coned) 

pt. 1

pt. 2

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BAZ

I never thought Simon would be good at keeping a secret. (You can’t blame me, he did spend a majority of our fifth year trying to convince the entirety of Watford that I was a vampire, I was only lucky that he didn’t really know he was right.) But we’ve been snogging for over a month now and he’s not blabbed it to the entire school. Or even to Penelope Bunce, which is the most impressive, because he tells her everything. It makes sense, for a long time she was his only confidant, and apparently sometimes felt like his only friend.

“What about Wellbelove?” I’d asked when he told me that just a few nights ago, splayed out across my bed with his head on my chest, fingers tracing abstract patterns across my skin. 

“She didn’t like hearing about... well, most things.” I could hear the frown in his voice and my arm tightened around his middle. “Only the ‘normal’ things, like how classes were, things like that. She never really liked all the crazy missions the Mage would send us on, and she never really understood that stuff like Penny did. And she really didn’t understand me and Penny.” 

“Have you told either of them about... this?” I wanted to hide how nervous I was to ask, but I’m still not sure I managed all that well. He leaned up on his elbow, looking down at me with his breathtakingly plain eyes. 

“Not yet.” To my surprise, he seemed just as nervous to broach the topic. We really hadn’t talked about this, about what it was, we just. Did. Simon doesn’t like thinking about things, and I can’t say I’ve been jumping at the idea of labels and telling people. “D’ya... uhm.” He swallowed, eyes dropping to stare at the mattress. “I figured you wouldn’t - Didn’t really think you’d want me to, did I?” 

The way he wouldn’t look at me, his words, it all made something constrict in my chest that I tried to ignore. I cleared my throat, eyes boring into the ceiling rather than looking at him, and gave one curt nod. “Best we didn’t.” 

It still leaves that heavy feeling on my chest, remembering that night. The conversation, the first time we mutually decided to keep this a secret. He won’t tell Bunce, and I sure as hell won’t be telling Niall or Dev. And it’s all for the best, because the moment whatever this is becomes public knowledge it’s no longer just ours. It’ll become weighted down with expectations, with questions, with all of the shit we already carry day in and day out. 

Every kiss already feels like it could be the end. I still anticipate the day he comes back and tells me he’s had his fun, but now it’s over. That he’s back with Wellbelove and they’re in love and already planning to marry. It feels so fragile as it is, I fear what happens if we add the weight of reality. 

So, it’s a secret. Just between us, just behind this door. (And sometimes in the little hidden away corridors and corners we stumble upon. I think Simon realized how much of a thrill I feel when we do that, so he’s started seeking these spaces out just to steal me away to them in the middle of breakfast or dinner, even between classes.) 

The difficult part is remembering that, to everyone else, we are still enemies. I have to check myself every time I look at him, make sure my face hasn’t gone too soft at the sight of him. He’s had to catch himself, too, and much more frequently it would seem. He’ll often glance over at me in the dining hall and quickly have to school his expression from that soft smile of his into a, albeit less heated than usual, glare. 

The even more frustrating part is remembering that in our room when Penelope sneaks in. She and Simon are working on some project or another, and she claims that Simon gets too distracted when they work in the library. He doesn’t seem any less distracted in here, but after she realized I wasn’t going to tell anyone about her visits, she’s insisted on working here. And it’s so much harder in here, to remember to hate him. This is our space, where we don’t have to pretend. 

Unless Bunce is around. Which she is today, again, for the fourth day in a row. I don’t know what project they’re working on, but I hope it’s finished soon. She’s hunched over Simon’s desk, while Simon sits on the edge of it and watches her scribble furiously at a paper. He’s got a book open in his hands, but I’ve not seen him look at it in the past hour. Every so often he’ll point to something and mumble under his breath, to which Bunce will purse her lips in consideration before erasing or marking something out. 

He tells her something else before looking across the room at me, catching me watching him. His lips spread into one of his sly grins, and I think he’s trying to raise an eyebrow but his face refuses to contort in such a way and instead he’s giving me this ridiculous look with one eye halfway shut and his nose scrunched up a bit. I want to kiss his ridiculous face. 

But I can’t. Because Bunce is right there, and if the past week is any indication, she’ll be here well into the night. 

I sigh and stand, and feel Simon’s eyes on me as I stretch my back before grabbing my book bag. 

“Where’re you off to?” He asks, watching me slip on my shoes. 

“Library.” I answer shortly, afraid I’ll give it all away with just my tone of voice. Bunce doesn’t even look up as I walk to the door. 

“Wait.” Simon catches my arm as I walk past the desk, pulling me to a stop right in front of him. “Do you still have a key to the kitchen?” 

“Yes.” His face lights up and I can’t do it. Bunce is still scratching away at her paper, she’s not watching, so I let myself smile at the expression he gives me. It only makes him smile wider. “Why, Snow?” 

“D’ya think you could nick something on your way back? We had to leave dinner early to start working.” 

“What, didn’t manage to get your third helping?” I tease, and hope it doesn’t sound too fond. Or at the very least, that Bunce is too focused to pay us any mind. 

Simon rolls his eyes, and that gesture is definitely too fond, because he’s still smiling. At me. He tries to stick out his bottom lip, which doesn’t quite mix with the whole smiling situation, but it’s still adorable. “Please?” 

“Fine.” I make a show of rolling my own eyes and sighing. “I’ll be back in a couple hours, think you can survive until then?”

“I may manage.” 

His hand is still on my arm and he uses it to pull me into him, kisses me, chaste and sweet, before letting go. 

That is the moment I remember Bunce is right there, and she has turned away from her work to look up at us. Her eyes are wide behind the frames of her glasses, brows shot so far up they’re almost lost to her hairline. Simon realizes the mistake at the same moment I do, his eyes shift from me to Penelope and back. 

“Shit,” he swears under his breath, but that’s the last I hear because I turn on my heel and rush through the door. I think I hear him call my name, I may even catch Penelope’s voice, but I’m halfway down the stairs before either of them even register. 

I didn’t think Snow would be good at keeping secrets, and it turns out I was right. It turns out we’re both pretty shite at keeping secrets. 

[summertime-children]

WIP Challenge

Tagged by @kikithedeceiver​ (thanks~)

Tagging: @starspatter​, @cookiehoodie​ and Meli if she ever sees this bc I want a snippet of all her unwritten knkd fics (?) (and if any writer out there needs a nudge to share their WIPs, feel tagged!)

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I’ll do what what Kiki did and post titles of my WIPs with comments and short fragments of them? I’ll share here only my kagepro WIPs (so basically kidokano/Kano ones lol). A little warning before we start: it’s going to be very long lol bc I can’t finish fics to save a live and I have... lots of ideas, plus I never get to talk about them >.> Also they’re going to be getting gradually worse bc I’ll go from newest to ancient-est. (Full disclosure tho, those aren’t raw quotes from my WIPs bc some had so visible grammar errors, I just had to fix them + I always put notes in my works, like every second word lol) Here we go.

Listen

Comment: This is the freshiest one, I was writing bits of it merely the day before, and because of that I still naively believe I will finish and post it soon, so I won’t say anything more about it.

”I want you to understand. You… need to know there’s so much to love about you!”

“Haha like what?” he laughed with bitter sounding laugh, something that must had slipped as it was followed by a face she had occasion to see only a few times- a face of regret. Regret of choosing wrong words, wrong mask to put on or forgetting to put her at all.

Different ways to say it

Comment: Just a short fluff where Kano’s snarky bottomness is showing lol

“You should’ve asked ‘Can you kiss me?’ instead.”

Kano is dumbfounded for a few seconds before he snorts.

“Right.” he begins with a playful grin “Let me fix that. Can you, Kido Tsubomi, the fierce leader of Mekakushi Dan, my girlfriend, my sun, my stars, the love of my life, the love of my thousands other lives, do me an absolute honor and light up my da-“

He didn’t even manage to finish before he felt the pair of soft lips landed on his, catching his words.

New chapter

Comment: Won’t say much about it because it’s supposed to be a gift for certain someone~ But here’s a little sneak peek 👀

That was weird. They never really talked about having any pets. They talked about having kids (as much as stating that they want to make a family together during several separate occasions counts), but the topic of having pets was never brought up and in a timespan of living together and even moreso of living alone together, they already had plenty of opportunities to get one. And yet Kano always knew that when Kido pictured their future family together there was also present a small ball of fur waving its tail and he could see it in her eyes at that moment more visibly than ever.

GrimReaper!Kido x Vampire!Kano

Comment: I was very disappointed with the knkd fanwork of that one Halloween art, so I decided to write something that would satisfy me (with no success so far rip).

The black figure that merged with the ubiquitous dark hanged up the big scythe they were holding on the wall, among the collection of similar but different in sizes scythes, proceeded to take off their shoes (but then put them quickly back on, changing their mind as soon as their feet met with the concrete) and pulled off the black hood of their cloak to reveal the long green hair, something that finally stood out in the darkness, before walking deeper into the room.

I can’t wait to fall in love with you

Comment: Inspired by well, that one sentence that is in the title and lowkey (?) by Meli’s lovely fic~ It’s the kind of fic that I myself call “(not) soulmates au”. It revolves around the idea that after so many timelines of falling in love with each other, they’re just bound to fall in love again... Even when they don’t remember their past lives...

“Oh man, I can’t wait to fall in love with you.” Kido turned her gaze towards the blond lying next to her on the couch. Her widened from being taken aback by his statement eyes met his golden, cat-like ones, tinted with the strange warm spark that she could feel she had yearn for a very long time. It lasted only a second though because soon her brows furrowed and her gaze dropped from those well-too-familiar (given the circumstances) eyes to her hands.

Two cats

Comment: Set in the sort of the au where they never died? On one winter day Kano takes stray cat to his house to take care of. It’s solely Kano fic btw.

Forgetting for a moment about his own advice (why he should had kept repeating it in his head) he looked over his shoulder to see if his stalker was still there and in that moment their gazes lock. “Crap.” He couldn’t help but think ‘curiosity killed the cat’ as a pair of similar eyes to his stared back at him.

hbd kido

Comment: Product of my procrastination. (As you may tell, I have a problem with it). One year I was slightly~ more productive and was kinda disappointed that I didn’t manage to write Christmas fic. So then I thought that I could save some time and write this fic where Kido has joint Birthday-NewYear party with Christmas decorations still lying around (including mistletoe *cough cough*) just in time for KidoKano Day killing not two, but even four birds with one stone. It’s sort of high school au btw.

“Hi.” The boy tried again. His face was embellished with wide grin and slightly flashed cheeks and in his hand she noticed a can of beer. Oh no.

“Hi, Kano.” She said with disinclination. It wasn’t like she didn’t like the guy. Even more, in the normal situation, like average day in the school, she would find a conversation with him a nice or refreshing thing. He was one of a few people that actually knew about her existence and despite her previous prejudice he turned out to be a pretty nice guy.

Christmas Event

Comment: I’m not sure what Christmas event that was for lol.

For Kano it was this time of a year when his Mother would stay home the whole day instead of going to work and she would be more kind to him. Though he wouldn’t call it exactly this way (it’s not like he felt she wasn’t kind to him normally after all), but she was definitely more forgiving.

Affectionate meme Requests

Comment: Requested for the writing meme in the year 2016. Keeps it as a reminder of how big loser I am (?) (just what this post manages to do so far lol) The prompt was “love bite” >.>

From her spot she couldn’t see him quite clear, due to the still turned off lights, so it was only up to her imagination to decide whether he recollected his mask or not. Maybe it was the second after all, because excluding two golden eyes that shone at her there were two bright spots that stood out in the dark, both marked on his skin.

M!KidoKano

Comment: It was supposed to be male!Kido x Kano fic and yeah... I’m emberassed about it tbh. Like, by the fact I wanted to write it itself. Idk now I find it rather weird to genderbend only one person from the pairing, especially in the fic and for that reason I won’t share fragment from it. Sadly it’s one of my better written pieces lol and going back to it I see I made male!Kido no differnt from the regular Kido... which makes it a good genderbend I guess, but also completely unnecessary.

Angsty Kano fic

Comment: I have no idea lol There’s almost nothing written there.

Even Greater Fear

Comment: Despite what title may suggest it’s more fluffy than angsty. KanoKido family fluff where Kano gets anxious about how happy he is now and that he might someday lose it too. Featuring my knkd fankids, Naoki and Reika.   

“Mom, dad is sad!” announced Reika with reproach. This she wasn’t expecting.

“What?” Tsubomi asked out of surprise and was followed by a low groan coming from behind the couch that could belong only to her beloved husband.  

“No, I’m not.”  She watched how the expressions of her children slowly changed from the ones of concern to the ones of disappointment and disgust.

“And he’s denying it.”

Inverted

Comment: Silly engagement scenario. If I ever finish that, it'll be my comedic genius’ peak I swear (?)  

He was clearly getting more nervous, the longer the searching wasn’t bringing any results. He let go of Kido’s hand and got his another one to help him search for whatever was supposed to be in that pocket. However, after a while his movements completely stopped and with some kind of dread in the eyes he whispered under his breath, “It’s gone.”

Time

Comment: Angsty setomary fic I wanted to write for SetoMary Spring (anyone remember that?) 

When she moved out to her new family the first thing she noticed was that time has significantly slowed down. Oddly, somehow it did accelerate at the same time. It was hard to explain and she herself couldn’t understand the feeling nor did she give it much consideration, but for the first period of living in that new world, new pace of that very activity- living- has struck her.

One in a million

Comment: An actual soulmates au (with the variation of the red thread concept). It’s way too ambitious for me lol (starting with the fact that it’s supposed to be multi-chapter story). I won’t share a fragment of it bc not much’s written and bc tbh there would be spoilers, in case I ever do post it. I could write about the concept in a seperate post though because I did a lot of world-building for it. (A lot for me, ok?)

Clear and present

Comment: Ghost AU. Baby Kano hides one time in the abandoned, partly burned mantion and that’s where he meets the ghost of (scary) green-haired teenage girl he befriends. Somehow got inspired by that anthology comic? Also I would listen to this song while attempting to write it lol. Not much was written though.

What I didn’t

Comment: This one’s rare. My only attempt at writing harutaka fanfic. (Funnily enough last safe was on kidokano day?... many years ago.)  In the manga Takane was pretty excited to give Haruka a present for his birthday, but he had an attack and was hospitalized so she didn’t and it wasn’t said (?) if she ever gave it to him later. So my idea for this fic was that she didn’t and how she was now trying to give it to him after three years. Took huge inspiration from this song: {x}

She didn’t have to wait long until there were heard slow, but at the same time hurried footsteps behind the door and soon it was followed by the sound of doors being unlocked. The doors before her opened revealing the light-brown-haired boy wearing excited smile and slightly oversized green sweater with embroidered reindeer. And one of these was just the warmest thing in this cold winter world.

Sneeze like a kitten

Comment: Inspired by one line from Gravity Falls lol It was just another thing I wanted to add to list of similarities between Kano and cats and I’m sure it would bring Kido joy too ;3 But as much as I still find this idea cute it is so awkwardly written lol. I kinda appreciate that it’s from Rin’s POV and that I tried using kinda fancier English for that reason (as fancy as I knew back then lol), but I guess first person fics will always sound weird. It’s set in a different route I guess where they sort of met before the orphanage.

Soon I noticed all her glances seemed to be directed at small boy with blond hair sitting alone on the bench, a little away from the playground. At first I was fairly surprised, not understanding why this particular boy had become her spot of interest, but giving more attentive look at the boy made me instantly realize reasons of her intent glances.

Connection

Comment: I have almost nothing written there and I barely remember it, but from what I can see it must be my original idea for the “formal event” prompt from the very first kanokido week. I... think it was sort of an au where they never died and they met at some sort of fancy party held by Kido’s parents where Kano was a waiter.

Oof that’s all (I mean all from the folder on my pc, but I won’t be getting into that). For a fair portion of it, I gotta objectively say there’s absolutely zero chance of me ever finishing them, but then (aside from the freshest ones that I still have on my mind) revisiting all those WIPs made me really want to revive some of them owo (some I would have to completely re-write tho OTL)

[professional-anti]

CoB: Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Ravener

We rejoin Clary racing home to save her mom. She stops at a DON’T WALK sign, which I’ve never seen a New Yorker do tbh. I don’t think I mentioned this, but Clary stole a “phone” thing from Jace and it turns out to just have a bunch of weird symbols on it. He called it a “Sensor.” From the description, it’s just this lame piece of tech with weird buttons. I hate it.

When she gets home, Clary finds Madame Dorothea in the parlor being like “you’re mom is making loud noises up there.” Okay, spoiler alert: Madame Dorothea knows about Clary and her mom. So why is she being so fucking chill when there are probably demons up there? Am I forgetting something?? For some reason, Clary stops to chat with Dorathea instead of running upstairs. Like, girl, there’s shit happening!

Instead she just fumes internally about how Dorothea uses Luke as the landlord. When Clary finally makes her merry way upstairs, she finds the apartment trashed and notices that nothing expensive has been taken. There’s a thud and a slithering noise, and we get a description of a monster coming out of the bedroom:

It was crouched against the the floor, a long, scaled creature with a cluster of flat black eyes set dead center in the front of its domed skull. Something like a cross between an alligator and a centipede, it had a thick, flat snout and a barbed tail that whipped menacingly from side to side. Multiple legs bunched underneath it as it readied itself to srpring.

Clary reacts normally, for once, and freaks out. She manages to roll away from it, but it jumps above the door:

where it hung like a gigantic malignant spider, staring down at her with its cluster of eyes. Its jaws opened slowly, showing a row of fanged teeth spilling greenish drool. A long black toungue flickered in and out between its jaws as it gurgled and hissed.

I don’t know if Cassie plagiarized this piece or not; assuming not, she did a good job with this description. I’m properly chilled. And then it goes away bc the monster starts speaking.

“Girl,” it hissed. “Flesh. Blood. To eat, oh, to eat.”

Clary throws a photo at the monster which, obviously, does nothing. Ther monster says some more annoying angsty monster stuff about eating her, and also name-drops Voldemort Valentine. But, what’s this? Deus ex machina? The Sensor gets really hot and starts vibrating. She shoves the Sensor in its mouth and the monster collapses. Clary tries to run away but something heavy hits her and she “collapse[s] forward into darkness” which is a really dumb way of saying “getting knocked out”.

But that’s not my main issue. My main issue is the wasted potential here. SO MUCH WASTED POTENTIAL. Can you imagine how cool it would have been if Clary’s “slayer powers” activated, and she actually put up a decent fight? Yeah, obviously she wouldn’t know a lot about fighting, but it would be cool if we could see some raw talent instead of some dumb plot devise (which she grabbed from Jace for almost no reason except now we know it’s so it could be a dumb plot devise) saving the day.

Oh, great. Jace is back. They’re outside and I think there’s supposed to be some sort of symbolism about the city lights covering the stars. Whatever. The police are showing up. Also whatever. Jace calls the monster a “Ravener demon”.

Oh, I actually like this part. Jace tells Clary that the police are probably demons sent to cover up the Ravener’s tracks, and this happens:

[Clary] could see the police coming up the path. One of them, a slim blond woman, held a flashlight in one hand. As she raised it, Clary saw the hand was fleshless, a skeleton hand sharpened to bone points at the fingertips.

Creepy and subtle. I approve. Now tell me again why the whole book couldn’t be like this?

Apparently the Ravener poisoned Clary, and they have to get back to The Institute (dun dun dun) to save her. She sees “an inked black symbol” on her wrist and Jace explains that it’ll hide her, I guess from the muggle world. Jace shows her his “stele”, which he uses to write on skin.

Again, go back down into my blog for the master-post I reblogged, and the first link has all the details on how this was plagiarized. (I’ll tag the master-post MASTER-POST so it’s easy to find.) It’s not just the stele, though, it’s the fact that so many details have been lifted. One detail? A coincidence. A whole book? Plagiarism.

Ugh.

The ground was heaving up and down under her feet. “Jace,” she said, and she crumpled into him. He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it every day. Maybe he did.

Uhhh, I’d like some, uh,,,,,, not sexist content? This just sets up the whole dynamic of the books. Yes, I get that Clary is new to the scene. But did Clare really have to set up this whole scenario so it ends up with Clary fainting into Jace’s arms? And then making a comment about fainting girls?

Anyway, they disapparate. The end.

[ultraspideysense-blog]

Just One Dance Pt. 1 (Peter Parker Imagine)

request: “Can you do an imagine with Peter and Reader where they are just messing around until te reader says "I will give you 50 bucks if I can take you to Christmas dinner and tell my family we're together.They always ask if I'm dating and I can't have that conversation again." Peter says yes they go they do a great job but Peter ends up liking her she does to and they end up a relationship. Sorry it us so long thanks you ! Love your writing!!!” (requested by anon)

short summary: after you find yourself making a hasty bet with flash about getting a date for homecoming, you need Peter to help keep your end of the bargain. (this will be a multipart series partly bc i’m tired and partly bc i wanna develop this more)

length: 2k words 

warnings: some swearing & it’s so teen angsty i’m sorry i truly am aaaa sorry 

A/N: i kinda loosely followed the request bc like it really gave off a “im in my mid-20s and my old fashioned ass fam thinks ppl need to be married by now” so i kinda edited a bit to be more realistic amongst teens hope it worked soz it’s short but it’s gonna be a series

You were always stubborn. A lot of people called you a bitch for it, but you just called it taking no shit from anyone, and never backing down from a challenge.

So when Flash started running his big mouth during homeroom at your expense, it took everything in you not to smack him in the face. You tried to ignore it at first, as you worked on your calculus homework, you truly did. But Flash always liked to get a rise out of you because he knew he could get under your skin.

“And here we are, a mere 48 hours before homecoming, and a true tragedy lays in our midst. The resident ice queen, Y/N, is the only one in the school without a date,” Flash said dramatically to his group of friends.

Rolling your eyes and immersing yourself in the world of integrals, you gritted your teeth and tried to tune him out like you usually do. But he wasn’t finished.

“I mean, it’s a miracle that she hasn’t frozen the entire student body with her gaze like Elsa or some shit,” he joked. His group of friends laughed at his lame joke as you dropped your pencil on your homework.

“Why don’t you just shut it Flash?” you said, a death glare making its way onto your face.

“If that’s your special, twisted way of asking me out I’m gonna have to say no, babe,” Flash said with a smirk on his face. You glared at him with disgust.

“As if I’d want to take your ratty ass to homecoming. I think I would actually rather be run over by a bus. It really does sound like a more pleasant time,” you fired back.

“I doubt you could even get anyone to go to homecoming with you even if you tried. Everyone’s too scared to come within 10 feet of you anyway aside from Michelle, you’re worse than the plague,” he said with a mock shudder.

“Way to use an outdated joke from the 1400s,” you muttered with a dismissive wave.

"Still doesn’t change the fact that nobody would dare to go to homecoming with you,” he sneered. You scoffed.

“Please, it’d be much easier for me to get a date than you. At least I wouldn’t have to beg and plead someone like you did.” Flash’s confident demeanor slightly wavered for a moment before he quickly regained his cocky attitude.

“Alright then, Y/L/N, if you can somehow get some actual creature that goes to our school to go to homecoming with you, this $100 bill in my wallet is yours. And if you fail, you owe me $100,” Flash said with a wicked grin, his hand outstretched to shake in order to seal the deal. “And Michelle doesn’t count.”

You ignored it and merely nodded, determination in your eyes. “You’re on, Thompson.”

The bell rang signaling the end of homeroom, and you shoved your abandoned calculus homework into your backpack. Shooting one last glare at Flash, you exited the room and moved through the masses in the hallway to make it to your next class.

When you got to PE at the end of the day, Coach Wilson had everyone pair off to do sit ups. You naturally gravitated towards Michelle, one of your few friends and one of the few people that wasn’t immediately put off by your less than sunny exterior.

The two of you had a silent agreement to always stick to the far right corner of the gym, where Coach Wilson never seemed to look, so you could just sit and do nothing in peace. Some days the two of you would talk, other days you’d leave Michelle to her book and you’d do some homework. Today was a day for talking.

“Did you finish the calculus homework for tomorrow?” you asked Michelle. She nodded.

“Barely,” Michelle replied with a roll of her eyes. “This homework’s getting more and more ridiculous.” she said with a shake of her head.

The small talk continued for a few more minutes before you felt the need to bring up your small, somewhat expensive dilemma.

“So I need a date to homecoming,” you sighed. Michelle raised one of her eyebrows in curiosity.

“I made a stupid bet with Flash and to make a long story short I need a date for Friday or I’m about to be $100 poorer than usual,” you said with a grimace.

“You never do back down from a challenge do you?” Michelle asked with a grimace. “I’ll go as your date, problem solved.”

You shook your head. “Terms of the bet, I can’t take you. Has to be somebody else.” Michelle looked at you pensively, then took a brief scan of the students in the gym.

You layed down on your back, fiddling with a loose thread on your shorts as Michelle continued her search. You’d been thinking of available, decent people and drawing up a mental list, but kept running into a wall. Brandon from Chemistry had the flu. Paula from English already had a date. And so on with differing excuses for each person.

“What about Peter?” Michelle suggested after a period of silence. You raised yourself up into a sitting position.

“Parker?” you asked slowly. Michelle nodded at you, gesturing her head in his general direction. He was partnered up with his friend Ned, doing a set of sit ups with ease. You cocked your head to the side wondering when the shy nerd had bulked up as the rest of the class struggled.

“Really?” you asked, considering it for a moment. He was alright if your memory served well, but you’ve never actually had a conversation with him, or seen him outside of any of the classes you had together.

“Yes, really,” Michelle replied. “He doesn’t have a date, and Ned does, so he’d be awkwardly third wheeling the whole time. And everyone knows he’s been pining after Liz, but she’s already got a date. So that sort of leaves him at a stalemate,” she explained.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you considered your other options. You sure as hell weren’t asking any upperclassmen or any freshmen for that matter, and out of the sophomores your options were very limited. And out of those options, Michelle was right. Peter did seem to be the most desirable candidate, if you could even call him that.

“I guess I’ll ask him,” you said, slightly defeated. It wasn’t as if you had a real problem with Peter, but he wasn’t exactly the type of person you saw yourself hanging out with. In fact, you couldn’t remember if the two of you had even held a conversation before. But by the end of gym class you strengthened your resolve, and told Michelle you’d meet her at her locker afterwards so the two of you could catch the train together.

Peter was huddled closely by Ned, the two of them deep in conversation as they made their way out of the gym. You jogged a bit to catch up to them, doing a miniature prayer to the gods that Peter would say yes to your request.

“Hey, Parker,” you called out confidently. Inside you were quaking a bit, but you ignored it as you saw both his and Ned’s heads turn around in confusion.

“Y/N?” Peter asked carefully, his best friend standing silently next to him. He looked around as if there was some possibility that you were talking to somebody else.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you,” you said with a slight laugh as he finally made eye contact with you. Now that you had his attention, the words seemed to be stuck on your tongue. You’d never actually asked anyone out before and it was proving to be harder than you anticipated.

Peter saw your worried facial expression. “Is everything alright? You don’t look too well,” he started. His eyes widened for a moment. “Not that you look ugly or anything, honestly on the contrary you’re very pretty.” His eyes widened again as Ned hit him softly on the arm, a signal to tell him to stop talking. 

You didn’t even register his stumbled, scattered response as you tried to get the words out of your mouth. You were normally confident in anything and everything you set your mind to, but right now it felt like there was word vomit in your mouth itching to break free but couldn’t. Another awkward pause ensued until the words came barreling out of your mouth at a rapid pace.

“This is probably going to sound really stupid and you’ll probably say no or something but would you possibly maybe kind of, sort of want to go to homecoming with me?” you said quickly, all in one breath. Your face turned beet red as you awaited a response from him.

He cocked his head quizzically as did Ned, who was still standing next to him. 

“W-what?” he asked, not quite hearing everything that you said. He made out the word “homecoming,” but he wanted to make sure that you were actually asking him out.

“Did you want to go to homecoming with me? If you don’t have a date already,” you inquired, a bit slower this time. His mouth opened and closed a few times, an adorable smile making its way onto his features before he could formulate a proper response in English.

“I, uh,” he started slowly. You were hanging on to his every word, it felt like an out of body experience to be this nervous. Your tough exterior was whittling in the face of adversity, something that rarely happened, especially where feelings were concerned. 

“He would love to,” Ned finished for him. Peter nodded quickly and gave you a thumbs up as he shot a grateful look at his best friend. Relief flooded your features.

“Okay,” you said softly. He nodded again and gave you a grin. Ned looked like he was ready to burst with excitement.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He nodded at you again as Ned started to lead him away towards the boys locker room to change.

You gave him a small nervous smile as he shyly waved at you while walking away. As soon as Ned thought they were out of earshot, he let out a triumphant yelp and started shaking Peter by the shoulders.

“Dude, you actually have a date for homecoming!” he all but squealed. You heard every word of it, but decided not to call either of them out on it as you exited on the opposite end of the gym. Peter muttered something in response, but you couldn’t make out what exactly he said. Even though it was an impromptu proposal, you were still kind of...excited at the prospect of going with him? 

As you opened the double doors to walk the path to your locker, Michelle was waiting for you on the other side instead of at her locker.

“You saw and heard everything didn’t you?” you asked her. She nodded. You rolled your eyes, not surprised that your ever observant best friend had stuck around to see you make a fool of yourself firsthand. She’d never judge you or call you out on it though.

“Why didn’t you tell him it was a bet?” she asked you, a slight frown gracing her face. You stopped walking as you realized what you had just done. 

“It didn’t...come up?” you offered. You truly hadn’t meant to keep that a secret from Peter, but in the midst of your nerves that was exactly what happened. Your heart started to drop a bit as you thought about how excited Ned looked, and how flustered Peter was when he accepted.

“I didn’t mean to not tell him,” you trailed awkwardly. “I’ll tell him next time I see him,” you finished with certainty. Michelle gave you a look.

“You know it’ll be a lot harder to tell him later rather than doing so when you asked him?” she explained. You gave her a pointed look.

“Of course I know that, like I said it wasn’t intentional to leave out the fact that I was asking him because of a bet,” you said defensively. Michelle put up her hands in a mock surrender as the two of you made your way down the empty hallways.

“I’ll tell him tomorrow,” you promised out loud, more so to yourself than to your best friend.

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[caratau]

Dad! Jeonghan.

Y’ALL HIS SMILE IS CATCHING ME OFF GUARD HELLA BAD

BUT YEAH

you guessed it bitch

you is pregnant

with this man’s cHILD CONSIDER YOURSELF BLESSED

honestly tho jeonghans family would be so fucking PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL LIFE IS SO UNFAIR

ngl he’d set a certain amount of kids to have

won't follow it lmao you guys have too many sexy times i laUGH

has a good 3 or 4

only wanted 1 tbh

lovES THEM ALL EQUALLY THO OK

GUYS HONESTLY IM HAVING TO SCROLL DOWN SO THAT I DONT SEE JEONGHANS SMILE ITS ACC HURTING MY HEART

AND IS REALLY DISTRACTING

but yeAH

ngl he’d also be low-key stressed when you tell him you’re having the first one

it would happen during when SVT’s active as shit so he's all like ‘will thE BABY EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?!’

you're an emotional wreck when he drops to thE FLOOR IN STRESS LIKE GDI JEONGHAN NOT REALLY SHOWING A POSITIVE ATTITUDE

he sits there for a good 5 minutes

you start to cry and turN AROUND AND I TOLD Y’ALL THIS WAS GONNA BE ANGSTY HERE BITCH

he just holds you back by your legs

like

is literally hugging the back of them

you turn around and look down and he literally is an angel

he has this hopeful smile and somehow that itself is enough to stop you crying

“i know that I'm busy with my job but nothing will ever top my current priority that is you and our child.”

you cry

hell even I'm fucking crying

he ends up pulling you down into his lap and you cry for a good half an hour and I'm sorry for making you such an overemotional person but just for the sake of the au ok I'm sorry ILY

boy whispers a ton of sweet nothings into your ear and you're hella reassured that he isn't gonna go anywhere

my heart is acc in pain

i feel as if jeongHAN WOULD BE the good ass liar when you’d be pregnant like you’d ask ‘babe am i fat?’

‘you’re carrying a proof of our love, sweetie, you’re only full of our future :))))))))’

he’d have a savage partner during the time of pregnancy bc hormones

‘dino you're not my baby anymore’

dino: *is relieved and thanks you bc he’s tired of his hyung’s shit*

wilL take you anywhere and everywhere w him bc he only trusts himself

s.coups: “jeonghan, we’re only practicing, whats y/n doing here?”

jeonghan: “she was bored :)))))))”

you in the corner: “LIES”

its also cute in a way bc during breaks from practice, he’ll squeeze his head on your lap (the space that isn't covered by your bump) hella carefully and shit talk about being a better singer than all of the vocal unit

woozi exiles him

you get all cute and motherly w vocal unit too like they always have something or the other prepped for you whenever they’re told that you're coming along

seungkwan will sing some fine ass song to the bump and jeonghan pushes him to the side and overlays seungkwans voice w his bc ‘its mY CHILD BITCH, FITE ME’

joshua is shaking likE ‘JEONGHAN STOP SWEARING YOUR KID WILL PICK IT UP

but yeah seokmin always has a tea or cordial juice prepared and y’all are the acc only normal pair w no drama like he literally just asks if you and the baby have been doing ok and its like a literal mothers meeting 

on the DL whilst jeonghan is busy, the bump has exclusive access to the songs that have been picked for the comeback by uncle woozi like he’ll extend the earphone head thingy and he’ll just hold it to your bump and I'm writing more about svt than jeONGHAN FFS

i forgot to say that even tho jeonghan was dramatic at the announcement of his first child

boo you better know now that this guy’s laid-back as shit

even tho he has a band on your back at all times

would carry you in his arms if he could

he acc did like one time it rained and he waS LIKE NO I CANNOT LET YOU SLIp and y’all were also on the way to the clinic for an ultrasound so this extra ass boy literally carries you bridal style ffs i better have me a jeonghan when I'm pregnant

acc turns out to be more stressed out than you when you're in labour but doesnt show it like he knows he gotta be calm for his boo otherwise it'll all turn into a shit show and he’ll be screwed

gET YOUR HEAD iN THE GAME

he’ll honestly be a worry wart in his head whilst you're actually giving birth like he’ll regret making you go through all this pain just to give birth to his child and

once he hears that shrill little cry of a baby, he tears up

he kisses the hell out of your perspiring face and just thanks you a shit ton bc your babys finally here and he's just so damn thankful

lmao not when your baby ends up screaming at 4 in the morning for some milk

y’all had a girl btw, she grows to be aphrodite bc well her dads basically a gOD W THAT PRETTY FACE OF HIS JEONGHAN YOU HURT ME

jeonghan will honestly be the dad version of that one mum who will brag the shit out of their kids

not about achievements, about how good looking his children came out to be

remember when i said y’all have four kids at the beginning???

they all inherit thAT BEAUTIFUL SMILE IN THE GIF YOU BETTER FEEL BLESSED OK YOU GOT ANGELS COMING OUT OF YOUR SOUTHERN DISTRICT

BUT YEAH

will have a cuddle/sleep night from a long day of making that money

he's like in the middle of the bed and your litter of children just snuggle up to him 

that picture stays on the living room wall for even your grandkids to see

so cutE I CRI

will bless the childrens ears from birth with his heavenly voice

instead of brushing their teeth, dad!jeonghan stands behind his litter and raises his voice by each octave, his children following his lead w their toothbrushes at the side of their mouth

he and joshua shit talk about vocal unit and their kids

not in the mean way tho lmao they'll do that thing where they’ll be at the svt family reunion and will emphasise about how the rest of vocal unit are whipped for their kids (lmao as if they aren't already)

seungkwan cackles in the bg as jeonghan follows one from his litter bc apparently dino’s kid denied the fact that they were their baby

will most likely be the dad to have all types of connections if their child wishes to go into a certain career path

“you're sure you don't want me to call this uncle up? they have some great things that they can offer-” “daD NO” “fine.”

will also be shut down by his kids quite a lot w savage remarks

will not bow down to the spawn that he helped create

it becomes a war of savagery where relations are forgotten

his kids will also learn to cheat a lot

jeonghan gets a taste of his own medicine in monopoly

“how daRE YOU CHEAT I DIDNT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS

jeonghan’s partner: “jeonghan you literally cheat right in front of them and tell them tricks and tips on how to do so i’m-”

also

with such immense beauty comes immense confessions of love

you better think right that when a bf of his daughter’s comes home for the first time that he’ll be whistling like he's in no ones business and simply swinging a kiddy bat in a circle

jeonghan’s partner: “jeonghan he’s literally 8 and here on a play date”

jeonghan: eXACTLY, emPHASIS ON ‘DATE’”

that little boy also happens to be one of seungcheol’s kids so its not really coincidental that when baby cheol goes home, its at that time that jeonghan receives a call from cheol

“stOP THREATENING MY BOY” “IT WAS A KIDDY BAT” “STILL CLASSIFIES AS A WEAPON YOU A-HOLE” “OHMAGAAAAAAD”

oh yeah 

will sooooooOoOoOoOoOo be the dad that all the girls and even some boys crush on in high school

expect a sexy ass montage clip with the window rolled down and a hand going through his freshly dyed hair bc jeonghan doesnt believe in grey ones

15 year old bb girl jeonghan rolls her eyes and thumps her dads head before exiting the vehicle

“the disRESPEKT”

i feel as if this is shorter than dad!seungcheol but yeah, for years to come will jeonghan be boasting about his children going on to become great things

THE END :)

[straight-outta-the-asylum]

Fix (Dean Ambrose x Reader)

I’m not dead! I actually got this, even though it took balls long to post, so thank you to @drarry--love for the request and sorry about the wait! I had like, twenty meltdowns about this. *shrug* Anychu, this one is based off a list I recently posted. Numbers used are 2, 26, and 70 from here. Sorta angsty, but the end has fluff bc I’m like that. I hope you enjoy!

The clock shone brightly in your eyes and you instantly regretted opening them, both because of the time and the brightness. You were starting to regret waking up in general. Upon rolling over you came to face the problem that had woken you up; namely, that there was no presence to be accounted for. The area was only a bit warm, and there was close to no dent in the mattress. Even though most of you was resistant to moving from the bed, you got yourself up from sheer willpower and the knowledge that there would be no sleep on either part if this kept up.

The night's, or rather, early morning's breeze made you shiver, even in a sweater and sweatpants as you made it onto the balcony. Dean was standing there, as you predicted.  He leaned on his elbows over the rail, not enough to fall, but enough to make someone a little concerned; although it seemed like he was looking at the quieting city, with its skyscrapers and loud noises and dimming lights, he looked a million miles away. You tried your best to get him out of his trance, shuffling over quietly and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. This was becoming somewhat of a regular occurrence, but he still flinched as you made contact with him. "How long have you been standing there?" You murmured, still half-asleep. "Longer than you'd like." He mumbled back, not meeting your gaze. "C'mon, let's go back in." You could tell he was already shivering a bit and his cheeks were turning a bit pink. "They said it's gonna snow pretty hard later and you already feel like an ice cream cone. I don't want to be taking care of your ass when you get a cold." He shrugged off your shoulder all of a sudden and shook his head. It hit you when he finally turned to look at you that you had unknowingly struck a chord with him. His eyes when they met yours were hard, but almost like they were holding something back. "Does that inconvenience you?" "Excuse me?" "Well, the way you said it, you didn't seem like you cared much." "You know that's not what I meant, Dean. "No, I'm pretty sure that's what you meant. It's alright, I know I'm a burden." "I'm too tired for this, and you're ridiculous." You could feel the sleep ebb away as it was replaced by a light fizzle of anger. "Freeze like a popsicle, then, I don't care. I'm going back to my bed." "/My/ bed? Not /our/ bed anymore, huh?" Dean called out and you felt yourself turning back to face him, as much as you tried to fight against it. The fucker was looking for a fight and you were shutting it down. "No, actually. You made it pretty clear it wasn't /our/ bed from when this started. And now you can consider it finished, and you can grab your stuff and sleep in someone else's bed." You barely looked at him or waited for his reaction before turning on heel and sliding the door shut behind you. Flopping into bed and curling up in a blanket cocoon, you squeezed your eyes shut and willed yourself to sleep as the snow started to fall, gentle flakes floating down. ---- You didn't really see him until a few days later at the next Smackdown. It had been a bit of a struggle, trying to get used to it. Waking up in the morning without having to prod Dean awake; stumbling to the bathroom without tripping over his suitcase and its guts spewed everywhere; gently hip checking him as you brushed your teeth; all of it was weird. The somewhat gentle feel of domesticity had left, but what killed you was that there shouldn't have been any in the first place. Maybe that was what started this whole thing. Eventually, the distance started driving you mad, but you didn't want to approach him about it until the event was quite literally shoved onto you. You were on your way to find Nikki for your tag team match later on in the night to plan when you ran into the one person you were trying to avoid. Literally ran into him; his back was to you in a discussion with Jason and you were too distracted to notice until his broad back connected with your body. He turned to look at whoever it was, and his original partially annoyed expression was replaced by a blank stare. You copied it, ignoring the lump in your throat. "Hey there." You didn't know what else to say. "Might wanna watch where you're going. You could hurt yourself." "Believe me, I've been through worse." "Never said you didn't." A few people bumped into you, rolling an equipment box and you moved out of the way quickly to let them pass. Jordan had disappeared soon after the conversation started. You wanted it to end, but something was stopping you from that. Maybe it was Dean; he had always looked like he had crawled out of a dumpster fire, but something was different now. His hair was a little more messed up, his eyes a little more vacant. The silence stretched out before you spoke up again, trying to beat away the cold you were feeling. "I didn't think you'd actually leave." "Well, you were asleep when I came back in, so I didn't think you'd want me to wake you up." You chewed on your bottom lip for a second before continuing. "Could've left a note. Or, you know, a text, anything, really, to keep in touch." "I thought we evolved from leaving notes in the morning. Seems to be a bit cliché. Besides, you know I have no idea how phones and all that work." He gave a bit of a smile that you couldn't help mirroring, as much as you tried not to. "What was up with you that night?" "What do you mean?" The smile was gone and his eyes darted down, staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "You know what I mean. Leaving the room to isolate yourself on the balcony, or picking fights with me." "I wasn't picking a fight." "Were you sick of the deal?" You pressed a little more. "What is this, twenty questions or something?" He answered quickly, too quickly, and you took a sharp intake of breath. The deal. That was what started this whole damn batch of trouble. A few months ago, you and Dean had gotten into a bit of a situation that ended up with both of you half-naked on his bed, making out with reckless abandon. This happened a few times, usually after high-intensity matches or late nights out. It took a little bit before both of you realized this wasn't going to work out, with sleeping together every other night and acting like nothing had happened in the morning. Dean had explained he wasn't ready for a relationship, and you had agreed. It was all well and good in the bedroom, but to bring anything out into real life could be considered a problem, for reasons you never knew. It had bled out, though, and you could feel it; this was the aftermath; feelings had gotten involved. It had gotten harder and harder to pull yourself away from him in the morning, or to spend more and more nights with him. "You wanted it." "You wanted it as much as I did. And you're the one who ended it." "It didn't have to end if you hadn't shut yourself off." "But I didn't, Y/N." You didn't know when your voices had started rising. "So did you want it done with?" "Why does this matter so much? We were never a couple, Y/N, we never had anything. We don't have anything. So drop it, alright?" "Not until you give me an answer!" Dean's jaw clenched, and his mouth moved a bit, almost like he was talking to himself. Normally you would back off, but now was not that time. "You really wanna know, huh?" The slight drop in his tone shocked you, but you nodded your head. "You started this thing. For months I've pent up this shit because of it. I wasn't ready for a relationship, and you were eventually gonna go on to bigger and better things. So I thought "no strings attached" would work and when we walked away you'd be good and I'd feel fine. But I don't, and it fucking sucks because I think I'm in love with you, and that scares me to death." It felt like the wind was knocked out of you as he finally looked over at you, spilling out his words. The shag in front of his eyes did nothing; you could still feel the emotion pouring off in waves and it struck you that you might be the same. "It shouldn't scare you, Dean. Love is..." You didn't know how to finish the sentence. "But it does. The shit I've done, what I've been through, I'm a mess even now when I should be a fucking adult. You get that? 'Cause if it didn't scare you before, it should now. I'm just a really, fucked up, broken individual." "Then let me fix you." Your hand rested on his shoulder, like it had before on that balcony, but now he didn't shrug it off. "You think I'm squeaky clean? That I haven't been hurt? I'm not perfect, Dean. Hell, I don't know anyone who is. What if I think I'm in love with you too?" "Then no offense, but you're crazier than I am." There was a spark of hope, and he ran a hand through his hair out of his blue eyes. They always held so much emotion and now was no exception. "I'm sorry if this has been what was holding you back. And I'm sorry I didn't catch on sooner." "You ain't got nothing to be sorry for." His hand came up to cup your cheek, and you let yourself be kissed by him. It was slow, and sweet, and full of emotion you had been denying for so long; both of you. This felt right, outside of the bedroom and lies and repressed feelings. Even pulling away was hard, but you still felt that connection. "I know we both have a match tonight, but I think after the event we should try this over." "Please? I think we have something here." "If you want it, I want it. I'm sure I do love you, though." "I do want it. And don't worry, I know I love you."

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[kidensdouble88]

Newfound chapter II

A/N: YAYYYY part two is up:) thanks for showing love to my first part, I really didn’t expect much bc I’m a small account! Nevertheless, thankssss!! Part three should be up eventually:)

P.S I realize this is kinda short, but hopefully you like it. This series is going to be super angsty and longish.

Pairing: Eventual Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: none

Slight Summary of chap.2: Something big about Y/N and Pan’s plans for her have been revealed!

After your body had hit the sand, Peter smirked to himself. This was too easy. (Y/N) was just too weak when she wasn’t at her true potential. And with that at bay, Pan should be able to execute his plan flawlessly.

He picked you up from the sand bridal style, then teleported the two of you to camp within the blink of an eye. As Pan appeared in the middle of camp, he dropped your unconscious body to the ground without a second thought. Felix walked up to him, awaiting orders.

“Felix I want you to take her to the tent you prepa-”

The sound of a sweet, honey-like voice interrupted him. It wasn’t a song with lyrics, but a humming that was coming from another area of the island. Peter and Felix froze in their spots, leaving you on the ground for a tad bit longer.

“She’s acting up again.” Felix murmured.

“I’ll be back.” Pan said, curiosity and mischief shining in his eyes. “Take the girl to the tent.”

And with that, he disappeared to investigate the mysterious and uninvited humming. However, as smoke enveloped him, he was oblivious to the fact that his boot was just barely touching your body on the ground, but that was enough to allow the smoke to take you with him. As your body disappeared, Felix merely shrugged his shoulders. Pan would find out shortly that you were taken with him, but you were no longer Felix’s problem.

Pan, and unintentionally you too, arrived in a large clearing; a circle of no trees, with bushes and blooming flowers everywhere, a rare sight in Neverland. Once the smoke cleared completely, Pan could see that there was a... you standing in the middle of this clearing. Only it wasn’t you. It was a figure: gray, translucent, and made from smoke. But it was the spitting image of you. It strolled around the clearing, flowers appeared as its hand brushed along the tall grass. It was humming a tune that was unfamiliar to both you and Pan, even though you were still too deep in your sleep to hear it.

Pan’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at the ghostly figure. His attention was then diverted from the figure to you as you shifted and hummed in your sleep. The singing stopped as you did, and the figure turned to look at you as well.

“Shit...” Pan mumbled. He was sure that with you and this figure of you together, something was bound to happen. Something he didn’t want. He returned his attention to the copy of you, standing a good twenty feet from the real you, which was still sleeping soundly at his feet. The figure was staring at your body on the ground, mouth agape in surprise. The figure looked up to meet Peter’s eyes, smirking. This copy of you was smart. It knew it had Pan confused, and therefore he was nearly powerless to stop it from getting what it wanted, you. Almost 5 seconds after Pan and the figure locked eyes, it disappeared. Just poof. Gone. Peter still felt it’s presence, however, and noticed the wind shift toward you and him. The grass leaned toward you both, and the wind caressed his face, and played with your hair. Then all was still.

Peter turned to your body on the ground, utterly perplexed. He wasn’t sure what had just occurred between him and the figure, and he felt as if it was trying to tell him something with that smirk.

It wouldn’t just leave, (Y/N) was right there, open. He thought to himself, but his thoughts were cut short when you lurched from your position on the ground, taking in giant gulps of air at a time. As you did, your eyes were wide, and changing colors. Fast. The only ones Peter could catch were blue, green, neon yellow, orange, fuchsia, and then finally your eyes set on purple slightly longer than the others. The cycle of colors in your irises repeated for a mere five seconds as you pulled in a breath before returning to their original (Y/E/C). You were breathing hard, and Pan just stared at you, bewildered, but concealing it well. You couldn’t calm down, you were hyperventilating now. Your breath came in short pants as you looked at your hands. Pan knelt beside you, trying to calm you down, but you felt too off from your normal self to just brush this weird situation aside.

He grabbed your arm, but you were shaking too hard for him to be able to do anything useful. He moved his hands to your face, and breathed in and out slowly. You mimicked his breaths, trying to calm down like he was showing you. No words were exchanged between you two, but you knew he was trying to help. You felt warmer than you had before, with his hands on your face. Just then, as you were still trying to match his breaths, you realized how close his face was to yours, your noses only centimeters apart. His breath mixed with yours, and your cheeks reddened. He pulled away, oblivious to how you were blushing fiercely, and stood to his feet while offering you his hand. You grabbed it, and he pulled you up before teleporting the two of you back to camp with a frown etched onto his face at the events that transpired with the figure.

You reappeared in the middle of camp and Pan called a boy named Felix over, but not before dropping your hand, which you oddly felt disappointed at. After introducing the two of you, he left, claiming he had ‘business to attend to’. Felix turned to you, looked you up and down, and raised a brow.

“When did you wake up?” he asked, somewhat sounding as if he didn’t want an answer, so you decided it was best just not to give one. Instead, you fired back a question of your own.

“Where am I? Your leader forgot to tell me... well... anything.”

“Well,” Felix started, “Welcome to Neverland. Thats the name of this island. And you, my dear-” he  paused to–rather harshly–poke you in the chest “-are stuck here."

Your eyes widened, and you became afraid all over again. “Don’t worry, it’s not all bad. Let me show you around.”

Felix explained much about life on Neverland. He introduced you to the lost boys, showed you your tent, gave you some clothes, a cloak, multiple daggers, and was overall very kind. Slightly mysterious and creepy, but kind nonetheless. He told you that training was tomorrow, and that he would wake you up. So without any more delay, you went to your tent. But you didn’t sleep. You couldn’t. How could you? You were torn from your family, knocked out by a cocky boy with weird magic, and woke up to him being somewhat nice to you. You are on an island with savage boys around your age and some younger, and given about 3 daggers to protect yourself with. What would you even have to protect yourself from? Wild bears? This was all so stupid. After many hours, with the hopes of eventual escape, you fell asleep only to have your eyes re-open. The only difference, was that they were purple.

You were you again. You were awake. You were back. You sat up in bed and recalled the past few years.

You were on a savage/thief in the Enchanted Forest. Many had asked for your expertise in killing, so you were technically a mercenary on the side. Just how lucky were you to end up under a curse? Wonderfully lucky. Just exceptionally lucky. You had stayed in Storybrooke for a while, orphaned, as you had no known family. Finally assigned to a pair of parents in a town far away, you were able to escape. Nobody knew how you were able to leave Storybrooke, but you could, and you did. Your new family was great. You loved them, but one day when you woke up something was missing. You felt empty, because unbeknownst to you, a part of you left. Your dormant powers were unused for so long due to the curse, that they decided to separate from you entirely, and resided in Neverland undetected for years, as it was a very magical place. That is until you came, because Pan had kidnapped you. You two weren’t the best of friends, enemies actually. You were the only person that he had ever encountered that could rival him and his powers, and therefore to him you were utterly annoying. Why had he kidnapped you? You didn’t know. Might as well ask the devil himself. So, off to his treehouse you went.

All you could do was wander the forest, as you ultimately had no idea where Pan’s treehouse was. your eyes were still strikingly purple as you cut through leaves and bushed with a tiny dagger. How convenient for Felix to be oblivious to your title, otherwise he would never have given you those daggers. You stopped as your ears perked up; you could hear whispering not far off. You slowed your steps and hid in the shadows of the night, as you followed the whispers that lead to Pan’s treehouse. Who was he talking with? you thought to yourself. The once faint whispers got louder as you arrived. Without making yourself known in any way, you listened as best you could to the conversation.

“You don’t understand, Felix! She’s dangerous!! I don’t care how much you think she’d fit in here. She’s the bloody Maiden!”

“...The what?”

“The Maiden of Many Forms. Otherwise known as just the Maiden. She is incredibly powerful. Her powers are the only ones I’ve ever seen that rival mine.”

‘Damn straight’ you thought, but you kept listening.

“Then what the hell were you thinking telling me to get her a tent? Why not send her to the cages?”

“She doesn’t remember who she is. If anything, she is the bloody opposite of who she was. We need her trust me, but I wasn’t planning on her merging with her powers. I only needed her so I could draw them out. It’s going to be loads harder to steal her magic if she’s remembered who she is.”

That Imp! What’s this about taking my magic? She was slightly outraged, but listened in as the two in treehouse spoke more:

“What’s the plan now?”

“We’d better hope she doesn’t awaken her magic and regain her memories. Matter of fact, you go make sure she’s still in bed, and I’ll get my contacts to check is the curse has been broken in Storybrooke.”

‘As stupid as ever, that one,’ you thought. ‘I only needed the magic of Neverland to regain my memories.’ And with that, you teleported yourself to your tent, hopped in the cot, and pretended to be innocently asleep. If Pan wanted to take her powers, he’d be playing a dangerous game. And what’s the fun of a game if you don’t have a second player? Pan was in for it now.

A/N” YAY finally another part! Sorry I took so long and it’s a little short, I had this unfinished in my drafts for so long, and my break is later than many of yours because I attend a private school. I have tons of projects due soon so I may not have time for another part, but I’ll be working hard (mostly during the night bc why not) to deliver one for you guys; I LOVE this series. I think It’s going to be a long angst-filled ride... buckle up ;)

P.P.S not the best editor, so I Apologize sincerely for any mistakes or typos. please ignore them, hopefully they didn’t ruin the story experience. And i’m praying this story makes sense because I literally had so many jumbled ideas in my head for this chapter/overall outcomes

love you guys<3